Loser No More
 

 


The bloke who comes on Tuesday
to speak at the Discipleship House,
was once the angriest of men;
a bear, a boor, a grouse.

Teaching in a high school
was not a job that suited;
in a fit of rage he struck a child
and was very quickly booted.

Relegated to the gutter,
that man became a boozer;
a hopeless case, a rotten drunk,
an angry, bitter loser.

Faith came upon him suddenly
with a young man preaching on the street.
Now, as pastor in a fine big Church,
he's the gentlest bloke you could meet.

He visits the boys in the Discipleship House
to conduct anger management classes,
knowing full well the consequences
when anger all surpasses.

By cherryk

© 2009 cherryk (All rights reserved)

 

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